A Young Woman's Heart

“Students also have the right to question teachers and school leaders.” Mo Kong walked over with a slight smile. “It is unreasonable to suddenly require students to participate in a 10,000-meter race without systematic training, and not even allow the best ones to participate.”

"Principal Mo, what do you mean?" The vice principal was losing face.

"Don't try to suppress someone with punishment just because they challenge your authority."

"That's how I've been a principal for so many years, and I've always managed this school very well!"

Just as Mo Kong was about to speak, the head of the teaching department ran over and turned off the microphone, so at least the broadcast wouldn't spread throughout the entire campus.

However, the students gathered below the stage could still hear the debate between the current principal, the former principal, and the current vice-principal.

These two people cannot be simply judged as good or bad.

The vice principal has his own ideas, and he comes from that era.

He believed in the idea that "only by enduring hardship can one rise above others," and that students who did not endure hardship would not be strong enough and would not become useful people.

Mo Kong is a model of individualized instruction and holistic education. He believes that only by living in a happy and comfortable environment can students develop stronger inner strength—those who are prone to breakdowns often have a broken family.

Neither of them could convince the other, and the students were definitely more on Mo Kong's side.

To put it simply, the vice principal treats students as a group, while Mo Kong treats them as individual students.

This can be seen as a collision of Eastern and Western ideas, and of ideas from the old and new eras.

Finally, Principal Mo took off his shirt, which stunned the students, who thought he was about to make a move.

However, the latter simply smiled faintly and said, "Come on, let's run."

"What?" The vice principal wondered if he had misheard—he had just mentioned the college entrance examination pass rate, saying that because Mo Kong had come, fewer students from the previous graduating class had been admitted to universities.

What he didn't mention was that the percentage of students admitted to top-tier universities from the previous graduating class actually increased...

In other words, more people got into better universities, and twice as many as before.

From the parents' perspective, they would definitely prefer the vice principal because he would use strict requirements to motivate even students who were not self-disciplined to move forward.

With management like Mo Kong's, undisciplined students will slack off, while high-achieving students will have time to relax and reduce stress due to a very proper balance between work and rest, which will indirectly improve their grades.

"You think you can do it with willpower alone? Then let's run now!" Mo Kong handed his jacket to Hua Yinyin. "Excuse me, could you keep this for me?"

"Eh? Huh?" Hua Yinyin was a little flattered and hurriedly nodded, hugging his clothes and stepping aside.

Mo Kong's clothes had a strong tobacco smell, but for some reason, it wasn't unpleasant...

"You want to run 10,000 meters with me?"

"How is it?" Mo Kong didn't say much. The vice principal was actually a smart man and understood what he meant.

That is—you just said that you can overcome it with willpower, so let the two of them try to run 10,000 meters with willpower.

"Alright, you young people have all forgotten your roots and can't endure hardship. This time I'll show you what steely willpower is!" The vice principal straightened his back, took off his coat, looked it over, and finally the dean of students helped him take it.

Clearly, no one else wanted to keep the clothes safe for that old geezer, the vice-principal...

Mo Kong should be in his thirties or forties, in the prime of his life, while the vice principal is already over fifty.

The head of the teaching department was somewhat worried. She pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses and stood next to Mo Kong, asking, "Should we just forget about it? It wouldn't be good if something happened."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

As a result, the story of the contest between the principal and the vice-principal quickly spread throughout the entire school.

Students rushed down to watch, and many others stayed in the classroom, peering out to look down from above.

The starting gun, which I thought wouldn't be fired again this year, rang out with a 'bang' once more.

The principal and vice-principal ran out at the same time.

Mo Kong clearly exercises regularly and runs with ease. However, the vice principal is not to be outdone. He is currently wearing a white vest for the elderly, and you can vaguely see his not-so-obvious but very solid muscles.

"Huh... I remember now, sometimes when I come here in the morning, the old man I see running on the playground is the vice principal..." Mo Xueyao said suddenly.

"Huh? So that means he can really run away?" Hua Yinyin was a little nervous, after all, she had only said those words because she was certain that the other party couldn't escape.

Even though he's still going strong, 10,000 meters is quite a strain on him.

Around 5,000 meters, the vice principal started to have trouble breathing.

Mo Kong stopped and waited for him for a while. He didn't seem tired at all, and his breathing wasn't even very rapid.

"Can you still run?" Mo Kong asked calmly.

The vice principal turned his head and glanced at his deep and weathered eyes, then snorted coldly, clearly intending to continue running.

"Let me help you run." Mo Kong reached out to support the vice principal, who was almost collapsed from exhaustion, and the two started running at a slower pace.

It's called running, but it's actually just brisk walking.

Everyone originally thought that the competition between the principal and the vice principal would be full of tension, but in the end, it ended with the two chatting as they walked to the finish line.

I did 'run' the 10,000 meters, but the last 5,000 meters weren't actually run...

"Sigh, I'm getting old, not like I used to be." The vice principal sighed, sat on the bench, and pounded his thigh hard. The dean of students' affairs brought the two of them bottled water.

"Won't it be hard to keep running in the second half?" Mo Kong asked with a smile.

"..." The vice principal didn't answer, but coughed once, "At least I've set an example for the students of perseverance!"

"Yes." Mo Kong's smile faded, and he answered very seriously, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Oh?"

"I have never meant to disrespect you."

"Ha, I'm too lazy to bother with you."

And so, the school sports meet came to an end.

Hua Yinyin didn't receive any punishment, so it seems the matter has been dropped.

For the students, it was certainly a very enjoyable experience.

This will surely become a precious memory that we will never forget, even many years later.

During the two days of the school sports meet, the Snow Music Team did not practice and went home early after school.

After a gloomy day, some clouds finally dispersed from the sky.

The setting sun cast its last rays upon the faces of those returning home.

"Rock, paper, scissors!" Mo Xueyao excitedly raised her fist. "I won!"

This is on an empty stretch of road on my way home.

There wasn't a single shop along the road, only rows and rows of bare maple trees.

It would take a long time before a car would drive by.

The car I've driven the most isn't a sedan, but a bus.

Mo Xueyao pondered for a moment: "**Milk!**"

Then he took four steps forward.

This is a great game to play after school, provided you're not in a rush.

First, the winner is determined by rock-paper-scissors. Then, the name of a daily necessity or common food is said, and the number of steps a person can take is determined by the number of characters in the name.

Furthermore, you can't say things that others have already said.

If it is determined to be Chinese, then English words cannot be used, and vice versa.

"Rock, paper, scissors!" This time, Li Wanyan won.

Without hesitation, she replied, "Orion Chocolate Pie."

"Ah, there's this too!" Mo Xueyao exclaimed regretfully. "Why didn't I think of that before?"

The three of them would walk a few steps and then stop, walk a few more steps and then stop again. This required not only luck but also a strong memory. If they could remember the names of food or other items that were a bit long, they could walk a few more steps, sometimes even more than others who had won two or three times.

What should have been a two-minute walk took the three of them more than ten minutes to complete, and they ended up back at the fruit shop.

When vocational school students passed by the fruit shop, they all greeted Mo Xueyao: "Hello, Miss!"

"Why do you all recognize me?" she wondered.

"It's very simple, just look for a mixed-race person with blue eyes."

"..." She rolled her eyes speechlessly, "It feels like I'm pretty famous at your school..."

"Of course! Hehe, and this is the only way to and from the school. Many people have seen the young lady. She's a hundred times prettier than our school's most beautiful girl!"

"That's an exaggeration."

"Really! Vocational schools don't really have many girls, and even fewer who are pretty. Sigh... I also want to go to a school with more girls..."

"Then you should have studied hard and gone to a school like Yukong High School. Who told you not to study hard? You didn't even pass the high school entrance exam and can only go to a vocational school now?" Mo Xueyao teased.

"Forget it, I'd rather never see a woman than study hard."

"What did studying ever do to you...?" Mo Xueyao was speechless for a moment.

"You're back?" Mother was preparing dinner, the cleaver making a 'clattering' sound as it chopped on the cutting board.

"Hey girls, did you have fun today?"

"It's alright, the school sports meet isn't for fun."

"It's pretty much like playing around now," Mo Wenli laughed. "Are the next two days for rest?"

"Okay, time for a normal rest—" Mo Xueyao and Su Tang stretched in unison. "We can sleep in tomorrow, let's go home and sleep tonight?"

This question was clearly directed at Li Wanyan.

"it is good."

"Wanyan, sleep inside. I'm afraid I'll crush your hand." Mo Xueyao grabbed a corner of the black stockings and snapped it back, hitting her thigh.

She sometimes likes to do this; it's probably a habit she developed from wearing stockings... It's similar to pen spinning, a completely unconscious little action.

"You're messing with socks again. How many pairs have you ruined already?" Mother started nagging again.

"I didn't do it."

"It hasn't been done yet, but I've already seen it."

"Cough, are you alright? It's just socks..."